Moving across the country is about as hard as Y/N expected. She’s packed up her entire life, all sixteen years of it, into cardboard boxes.

Her father is in the real estate business. His new business partner, Ward Cameron, and him discussed the Y/LN family moving to Kildare, North Carolina, a small island just off of the mainland. It’s called the Outer Banks.

Her father agreed. He told her and her mother that there potential on the island, a whole other half of it waiting for the right people to move in and make it better.

The family has officially moved into their massive house near the golf course. There’s boxes scattered all about, but the big pieces of furniture are all in place.

But, Y/N is not at her new house. Instead, here she stands, in the living room of Ward Cameron, watching at her father and the man shake hands. Her mother and Rose Cameron, Ward’s wife, embrace warmly.

Y/N stands back, twisting one of the rings on her fingers as she glances at Ward’s three children.

The oldest is the boy. He seems to be about eighteen years old. Then there’s the oldest girl, she looks like she’s about Y/N’s age, sicteen probably. Then the youngest is another girl, thirteen maybe?

“Y/DN,” Ward starts, “these are my children. Rafe, Sarah, and Wheezie.” He then looks at Y/N, “and this must be Y/N. Your dad talks a lot about you.”